I don’t talk about it here, but damn, I miss my dad. Especially now, when I am writing a new book, and I would normally email or call him with a word or phrase for him to research. He’d send me way more information than I ever needed, written clearly, and completely as well as compellingly.
I still have some of those emails saved; one of my favorites is when he hunted down a reference to “elenctic,” found in a Socrates fragment.
Someday I will post some of them. He was really funny, and brilliant, and interested in almost everything.
And damn, I’m crying again.
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I know it sounds lame, but you were luckier than most. Cherish that.
Aww, indeed. I’m just glad you have those emails.
Liz
I miss my Daddy, too. He was 83 when he died. (2007) I went back and read your posts, and you described your father’s death as I did. He died. He’s dead. That’s certainly how I felt then and now.
You will always miss him, and that’s okay. And it’s okay to cry too.
But, there is always a but for humanity (G). We had fathers who loved us, and we loved our fathers, too. That’s a gift.
I’m sorry you’re missing your dad. I do that with my mom all the time and she’s been gone for almost 20 years. I remember my 87 year old neighbor telling me that you never get over missing your mother (she’d lost hers many years before.) I know that’s true and it must hold true for dads. Those emails you’ve saved are a treasure.
Sounds like he was the best dad! So glad you have his notes and e-mails. I look forward to reading them.
It’s great to remember, even if you cry.
CindyS